Tom Holt Quotes

If Jack's in love, he's no judge of Jill's beauty.

A love affair begins with a fantasy. For instance, that the beloved will always be there.

Son, if a maiden love thee, thou shalt appear handsome in her sight; she shall praise thine eyes, and the corners of thy mouth, yea, she shall admire thy hands. Though thou wert even as the orangutan yet shall she paint thee with fancies.

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

It is not beauty that endears, it's love that makes us see beauty.

Beauty is not beauty without love.

Where is truth, forsooth, and who knoweth it? Is Beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so? Does Venus squint? Has she got a splay-foot, red hair, and a crooked back? Anoint my eyes, good Fairy Puck, so that I may ever consider the Beloved Object a paragon! Above all, keep on anointing my mistress's dainty peepers with the very strongest ointment, so that my noddle may ever appear lovely to her, and that she may continue to crown my honest ears with fresh roses!

And when you love someone you don’t always see them realistically.

The lover never sees personal resemblances in his mistress to her kindred or to others. His friends find in her a likeness to hermother, or her sisters, or to persons not of her blood. The lover sees no resemblance except to summer evenings and diamond mornings, to rainbows and the song of birds.

A man in love prefers his passion to every other consideration, and is fonder of his mistress than he is of virtue. Should she prove vicious, she makes vice lovely in his eyes.

Love is a beautiful image Imagined or seen within the heart, The friend of virtue and gentility.

The emotion of love gives all of us a misleading illusion of knowing the other.

Any place you love is the world to you”, explained the pensive Catherine Wheel, who had been attached to an old deal box in early life, and prided herself on her broken heart; “but love is not fashionable any more, the poets have killed it. They wrote so much about that nobody believed them, and I am not surprised. True love suffers, and is silent. I remember myself once- But it is no matter now. Romance is a thing of the past.

Quite the ugliest face I ever saw was that of a woman whom the world called beautiful. Through its silver veil the evil and ungentle passions looked out, hideous and hateful. On the other hand, there are faces which the multitude, at first glance, pronounce homely, unattractive and such as "Nature fashions by the gross," which I always recognize with a warm heart-thrill. Not for the world would I have one feature changed; they please me as they are; they are hallowed by kind memories, and are beautiful through their associations.

Love is of something, and that which love desires is not that which love is or has; for no man desires that which he is or has. And love is of the beautiful, and therefore has not the beautiful. And the beautiful is the good, and therefore, in wanting and desiring the beautiful, love also wants and desires the good.

A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her imagination, and then they both speak of it as an affair of 'the heart.

Love and art do not embrace what is beautiful but what is made beautiful by this embrace.

Man makes holy what he believes as he makes beautiful what he loves.

Such as ne'er saw swans May think crows beautiful.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the gods; desired by those who have no part in him, and precious to those who have the better part in him.

In all judgements by which we describe anything as beautiful, we allow no one to be of another opinion.

Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love.

The man who only loves beautiful things is dreaming, whereas the man who knows absolute beauty is wide awake.

It is not that which is beautiful that pleases us, but that which pleases is is called beautiful.